I'm the offspring of a mighty current,
Conceived in a shark ******.
My brothers, I ate them
from inside the womb.
Their cartilage made me forget

That my eyes have room for the sun.
My eyes have room for the sun.
My body holds the seed
of a new race,
and from my mouth
the sea is born.

My cradle was the harvest  of a moon
that didn't know how to breastfeed me,
Perhaps it was the kiss of the ant,
or the kiss of the snake.
Perhaps the poison made me forget

That I am verse,
I am a poem in a bag of bones,
I am the misunderstood expression,
I am the opportunities of my skin.
I am the beauty
in the dead of a raging hurricane.

My only mistake
was having my trial in someone else's sheets.
Surrendered my body,
Surrendered my will,
and the desire to be somebody,
in order to have some body.
The trust in myself,
the love I should feel for myself.

I lost everything
In the hands
of the one who wanted to want me.

And today, in front of the mirror
I don't know if my gaze blinds me,
or lies to me.

What we're gonna do
if the lion wakes up?
Soften the flesh
or sharpen our nails?

What we're gonna do
if his female wakes up?
Kiss her womb
or lick her ****?

What we're gonna do?
The milk gets sour,
Oh, sad tigers,
in your navels.

What we're gonna do?
The wheat withers,
Oh, sad tigers,
you better rest with me

and let's watch the rain

It is better if we rehearse God's dream,
now that his vigil,
so much, it shakes us.

Oh, Sad Tigers,
I was also born in dry savannah
to wait,
to save my l a s t b r e a t h

and to watch the rain,

to watch, I watch.

Could it be that our blood boils
at the exact same hour?
That two ignited souls
do not fit in the same room?

Could it be that you're not my rib
and that's why you don't hurt me?
Could it be that we don't live life
the way we are supposed to?

And that's why I love you,
three or four times I
I love you

And you come
with a cosmos in the forehead,
with your dead ones on the back,
and between the legs
you wear
the most beautiful sunset

In one fist, stormy days,
in the other, balmy days,
In one, tears of chamomile
on the other, sweat and mint,
but in your saliva, sangria.
Sangria to maintain the blood cool.

Could it be that we are dust violated
by the slightest provocation?
Between lip and lip,
between ****** and ****** -
- I love you.

Four or five times I,
I love you.

You wanted me to see you
and you dripped in my stare
and I ended up here
surrounded by guests
waiting for you to announce
if you'll leave
or if you'll stay.

And what am I supposed to do with our story?
Throw it to the sea and watch from the pier
How fishes mistake it for plancton
and devour it piece by piece
until there's nothing left?

I would have followed you
to the end of the world
through the path of cactus and thorns
but tell your October Sun
next year, he won't see me here
I'll finally be free
I'll be free to leave

Far from its eden

Abyss over abyss
and my neck on quicksands
I created myself.
You could have leave me
for the power
of your own American continent

But what am I supposed to do with our lands?
let the plague **** anything is born?
and let the raven  polish off the harvest
just because we missed a scarecrow
in this botched feint?

You wanted me to see you,
and you dripped in my stare,
and I did.

And I did.